It was about ten after One when I got to the basement window. Amateur porn “Oh yes!” Sarah replied enthusiastically. I headed out the same way I had snuck in, walked back to my truck and went back to work, mind mind racing in a sexual fog. Occasionally I could see that she would make a thrust with her left hand, as if she was sticking a finger in Sarah’s pussy. She was moaning softly. But I didn’t ask her about it right away and after a few minutes I forgot all about it. “Was that good?” the masseuse asked her in a low whisper. We embraced and kissed, “honey, I’m home” I said. I decided not to disturb her and let her finish her call. The table was swaying with her efforts. She softly took one of Sarah’s ankles in her hand and moved her feet farther apart, then went back to her ass. I knew it wouldn’t be long before Sarah came and if I wasn’t careful, I wouldn’t be far behind. I also thought it would be really hot to watch, she agreed but we were concerned that we might have trouble finding a masseuse who would go along with that.
